It makes me think of the time I showed up in Rachel Ray’s closet naked and all slicked up with EVOO. Sure her big dinner plate sized frightened eyes said “no no” but her body said “all right let’s cook!”.

Stringing kiwi’s or quinces with butcher’s twine makes a good ball gag.

My understanding is that they basically raid the garbage for usable food and other things. I personally think it is disgusting. I think it was in New York….the local gov’t had to make some kind of law to prevent the people from raiding the garbage of businesses and making a mess on the streets. Check out the foraging sites page, very interesting.

no, that’s not what freeganism is supposed to be. it’s supposed to subvert the system by emphasizing the need for community solutions to social problems, like hunger and poverty. one example of the community solution is scavenging food that would otherwise be thrown away but is perfectly edible and sharing it with others. that’s why they often have big block parties to share the scavenged food with whoever wants to have it. sure, some people don’t get that this is the philosophy of freeganism and they just think “sweet, free food”, but they’re certainly in the minority. freeganism is definitely an effective activist strategy. check out gibson and graham’s work for more examples…

That might not what it’s supposed to be, but that’s what it certainly turned out to be. The brotherhood and sharing are a nice touch, but that certainly doesn’t change the fact that they benefit from an economic system that they claim to not want to be a part of.

I watch too much Discovery Channel but I thought that the idea wasn’t so much supporting the companies or getting things for free but Freegans started out as a project to expose how much wasted food businesses were disposing of. I think it’s an “interesting” project – not something for mostly conservative, germaphobe me though.

as someone who has all-too-recently experienced freeganism at its finest, i have to say-
digging in dumpsters is fucking nasty. yes, you can get some good food out of there that shouldn’t have been thrown away, but you still have to put your hands in garbage. its like fucking pam anderson…sure, you get to fuck her, but you still have to put your parts where tommy lee has been.
at any rate, you can see that both fucking pam anderson and digging in dumpsters is a hepatitis risk.

Did you see the Maury Show where they tested Popeye and Brutus for Sweet Pea’s paternity?
Both Popeye and Brutus were stunned, but Olive Oyl came back on a follow-up show and proved Wimpy is the real father.

I’ve lived in a house like that. fortunately my landlord didn’t live there with us, however, he did once email everyone in the house to ask if we knew where one of our roommates was.. and to inform us exactly how much money said roommate owed him, and exactly how much money said roommate’s bank claimed was in his personal checking account.

(yeah, his was apparently bank of america as well… pretty dull for a bunch of evil masterminds.) but my point was, why would the landlord tell ALL SEVEN OF US in the house about this kid’s financial issues???

Yahoo groups came first but Facebook is way more passive aggressive since you have more avenues for passive aggression such as photos, status updates, wall posts, private and group messages, and various applications.

Not even Michael Phelps can pull off that unitard. I mean, recreating the whole Vitruvian Man thing is cool and all, but I really don’t want to see his dick all smashed up in that high-tech polyurethane.

Ron Perlman out of makeup is indeed scary. I was surprised that he was old as he was when I looked him up on Wikipedia a few months ago since I’ve only seen him in makeup. I’m just hoping that he was better looking when he was younger.

Michael Phelps does have similar bone structure to Ron Perlman. I mean, he looks like he could at least be a Perlman relative. Like, a son with a fairly attractive mother.

I’m sure I don’t need to belabor the obvious, Numinous, but Ron Perlman has other film roles. The blowhard in “Last Supper” was a great one for him. It’s about a bunch of liberal-minded grad students in Iowa who kill bigoted dinner guests. They plant the bodies beneath the tomato plants in their back yard. The tomatoes get used to feed guests with pasta also made with…wait for it…EVOO!

Do I get the Best Tie-In To Original Topic Award?

While I’m at it, Timo, you should learn about the correct uses of an apostrophe at some point!

I wouldn’t fuck Pam Anderson with your dick even if you covered her in $1000 bills which I got to keep and I got to do the rest of the Bay Watch babes afterward. There is nothing in the world worth fucking that skank. The moldy bread would be handy for shoving in her cock sucker though so we wouldn’t have to hear her PETA pushing, go green, whiny voice.

I’m with the landlord. The notes seem fairly well humoured considering that someone apparently finished off his/her expensive oil. And if I have a compost and someone throws food in the garbage, thus stinking up my house, I get fucking annoyed.

1. The “someone” who finished off the olive oil could have been her. Are you telling me you have never reached for a bottle of Olive oil or carton of milk only to realize it was empty and there was no one to blame but yourself?
Bread in good enough condition that it would be suggested for human consumption without gross insult is not stinking up ANY house.
I know I for one don’t compost and don’t feed moldy bread to squirrels because I am allergic to mold. I know mold is unavoidable but if I can limit my exposure at all I will do so. Moldy bread? I seal the bread bag shut and put it in the trash, I know I get fucking annoyed if people poke around in there releasing the mold spores to sicken me.

These two notes might be good-humored (I was going to make an ice-cream joke, but then I remembered puns were for wankers), but sending them via e-mail (through a Yahoo group, no less) instead of telling them in person automatically demotes the landlord to the rank of King Wanker.

Hey, let’s not discriminate. If Trash wants to eat some of the bread after a long day out on the curb, she should be allowed to. Unlike that ewok oil from the first email (because, srsly, who wants ewok oil? ewww), the bread needs to be shared!

Seems like everybody is missing the point. You use the bread as bait for the squirrels. Once you catch the squirrels, then you quarter them and start them off in a pan with a little EV-OO. After a while, add in some onion and garlic. Add some good wine, allow the meat to braise for a few minutes.

Agent Butterfield was scared – real scared. The kind of scared that makes you vomit in the elevator and all over the hall.

He knew that thx Sandra was on to him. It would only be a matter of time before the dogs infesting the bathroom down the hall would tear him and his unitard to bits.

Desperate, he came upon a plan – a GENIUS plan. Disguised as a piece of stale bread, he surreptitiously climbed into the trash bin in a nearby apartment building. SAFE!

Uh oh. He heard footsteps coming closer, and closer. The pantry door opened… and he was discoverd! Curses! He would now be fed to squirrels – fulfilling a recurring nightmare he’d had since he first joined the force.

To add insult to injury – his ill-fated choice of hiding places had now been broadcasted to one of the area’s largest Yahoo! Groups. The very same Yahoo! Group he had been trying to infiltrate to weed out the cucumber terriozists! Ack, the irony!

If only he had smeared himself in olive oil and chosen the compost heap instead! But wait – there’s no olive oil! AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!

It’s not a habit it’s cool I feel alive if you don’t have it you’re on the other side

As for the bread, I there are plenty of good reasons. First of all you aren’t supposed to feed wildlife, especially squirrels, because they can become aggressive when they lose their natural fear of humans that’s also why I don’t want to compost it. I can’t eat it. I’m off bread. I need to watch my glycemic index and bread’s a no go.

The landlord is disgruntled enough to write a note concerning the passing around of his/her decidedly slutty extra virgin olive oil bottle by all and sundry, yet on the off-chance they simply consumed the whole bottle themselves in some sort of “EVOO” induced acid-like haze, they add the last sentence so as not to offend anyone.

I just love how rather than finishing with a memorable punch-to-the-face sign off, they chooses to let the note taper off into a mire of passive anguish and self-doubt.

It’s like if Mike White’s character from School of Rock tried to write an aggressive note to the Sarah Silverman character concerning olive oil.

Email 1: Stop watching Rachel Ray. She’s been scientifically proven to shrink the volume of her viewers’ brains by at least 80%. Although it might be too late for you at this point in time…

Email 2: You’re perfectly welcome to dig the bread out of the trash if you really want to eat trash bread, properly maintain a compost heap, and deal with overly tame wild animals that assault you for handouts. Just don’t ask us to “share” in the responsibility.

Advice to landlord meekly given;
Go get replacement E.V. olive oil and drink about a cup. The ensuing diarrhea might fix your head problem. Oh–and by the-I’m a big girl now and can do what the hell I want with my moldy bread. Fuck the squirrels.